Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

But soon, Tang Xin realized a problem.

"I'm not a little girl. Don't call me little grandma in the future. "

An Zuo looks at Song Qinbei for help.

The man's dark face doesn't have a trace of warmth. His cool eyes seem to say: do you know what to do?

An left light cough, "young grandmother, I still have a little busy, we go first."

"Ah."

Tang Xin stood up and handed Ann a card, "you've worked hard too.

If you mind, order next door and swipe this card

"It's not appropriate, young granny." Left Ann embarrassed to see to the boss, the heart of a villain in crazy jumping struggling.

You know, a meal here costs at least 6000 yuan per person.

Although his salary is not low, he is not extravagant enough to spend here. After all, he doesn't even have a wife and wants to save his wife's money.

Should he take a meal, please?

"Since it's from your grandmother, take it. You've worked hard, too. "

The dark faced man spoke.

"Thank you, young lady, thank you, young master!" Ann left took the bank card, dogleg bend into a standard 90 degree bow.

"Well, go ahead."

Song Qinbei sent people. When they left, they were short of two light bulbs.

Anzou took the bank card and went to the box next door with the housekeeper, and began to order.

"We young grannies are really good."

"Of course, it's the first time I've seen such a generous one.

You know, the money we spend alone is the average person's monthly salary.

Let alone two people. " The housekeeper said, "it's very nice to be a young grandmother."

"Well, let's take good care of the young Granny! Serve young master and young lady After a glass of whiskey, anzuo's face turned red. "Anzuo, seven years of service, vowed to live and die with the Song family!"

Not much, the food was sent up one by one.

Before dinner, anzuo took a picture, took a consumption record and posted it on Weibo.

"@ Tang Xin: it's a staff meal for my little grandmother."

And the pictures and consumption records.

After microblogging, anzou clinks a glass with the housekeeper, "cheers!"

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"Ma Ma, I ordered king crab, peony oyster, seafood sashimi."

"Well, qian'er, what would you like to eat?"

Tang Xin looks at qian'er like a little gentleman.

He looks exactly like song Qinbei now. He is a Q version of song Qinbei.

It's quite pleasant for father and son to sit face to face.

"I'm just like mom." Qian'er sat on the chair cleverly.

"Well. I'll order a bird's nest and goat's milk cream for the little glutinous rice

After ordering, Tang Xin handed the menu to song Qinbei.

Song Qinbei ordered a few dishes at random and then left the menu to the waiter.

"Ma Ma, how are you doing recently?

Do you tried?

My brother and I have always wanted to go to the visiting team, but we are afraid to delay the progress of Mama. "

"Good. I'm not tired of filming, but you and qian'er, it's the golden age to study hard. We need to have a balanced diet, you know? "

"Well."

"Mom, it's nice to have dinner with the family." Qian'er looked at Tang Xin in the dark and quiet, and said.

"We'll have more opportunities to eat together in the future."

When Tang Xin touches qian'er's head, she can feel that she and song Qinbei are in harmony on the surface, and the two children will be more and more happy and happy.

She was right when she chose to live in the Song family.